Cauldron - The Sword's Lament - Sözleri

Mine is the card of suffering

Mine is the card of misery

All of this was foretold

Before these depictions ever hung in Thoth's gallery

I have many names for many heroes

As I see pass another century, this means nothing to me



I Caladcholy, Excalibur, Socht's sword Glorm Glas, Beater and Biter

I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin

I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon



Those strong enough to brandish me will only know in their lives misery



I drink deep of souls while all those around them die,

This foretold before man could shape steel into a triumph of will

Or the pyramids caressed the sky



I Caladcholy, Excalibur, Socht's sword, Glorm Glas, Beater and Biter

I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin

I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon



I may lie Aeons in the bottom of a lake or dwell in a netherworld cave in Ameeron



I Caladcholy, Excalibur, I will drink your soul from the depleted chalice that is nothing more than the shell of a man where once stood a mythical champion

Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com